New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1887-06-15

listen. gu do not know VII sit Ii
I2thatI tremble for his safety, she con-
tinued, :.but i will tell you. The road
4 itself is solitary and dangerous enough
at all times, and he will carry upon
! his person large sum Of money; be-
sides there is j miserable wretch in
this country who openly declares his
intention to put five feet ofearth be-
tween them at no distant day. It is a
feud that dates from the time when |
was a young girl, and he wished to
marry me. / held him in such horror,
however. that he has never forgiven
me. It enrages him to see us in COM
fort and ease while he lives in want
and viciousness. But this is not all;
a crime was once committed in the
neighborhood and suspicion pointed to
him. If my husband but said the word
these suspecions would become a GER
tainty, and this man be sent to the
galleys. You see for yourself, Mon
sieur Martin, & how dangerous
it would be for George to return
4 by the Burned Mill road, and I've
every reason to think that it's there
THIS WRETCH MAKES HIS HAUNT.
George would be lost, Mons. Martin.
lost as sure as fate and the poor wo-
man sobbed aloud
What is the name of this rascal,
Nine. Andre; or what does he call him
/ self?'
Jean Bruno; but you do not know
him, for since his return to this ne oh
borhood he rarely ever shows himself
save to threaten me when he knows my
husband IS ABSENT
The postman made no reply to this,
but remained silent and thoughtful.
Jean Bruno was the name the keeper
of the inn had called the man who had
stopped him on his route
After all, - he thought to himself
his heart con tracting with spasm Of
dread, perhaps letter was stolen
from me despite my caution, and per-
| haps it was the one for which Nine.
Andre is looking
! Measuring the unhappy woman as
best he could and promising to seek
her husband and put HIM on his guard
as soon as he reached the city, he has
tened to depart oppressed by feeling
OF pain and terror which he could not
explain even to himself. Unfortunate-
! ~, the circuit that day was unusually
long and in spite OF the activity with
which he leaped the hedges and bitches,
and plunged through the swollen
streams, he was behind time when he
reached the parish office.
eyes, : answered the receiver, to
whom he had gone at once on his ar
rival; there was letter for Nine.
Andre. and you carried it out, More
over" his colleague continued, .'some
one has been here at every mail ask
ing the same question"
All this was thunderbolt to Father
Martin, for he saw at once that the
responsibility for what might occur
| rested upon him, and and upon him
alone. He flew rather than ran to the
carriage stand which made the service
between the railroad station and the
city. George Andre had arrived. and
departed Immediately afoot for his vii
lage home. Martin felt as if he
WOULD swOON WITH HORROR;
The prospect of catastrophe for which
he alone was to blame rose up before
him like a nightmare. He could see
nothing but the anguished face of the
frightened wife, the wondering eyes of
the two little children, and this man,
this loving husband and father, return
ing with heart full of Joy to meet
death almost on his threshold, and
through the fault of his friend, Martin
the postman!
He hesitated not an instant, not even
long enough to enter his own house;
he must be at the crossing of the Burn
ed Mill road before Andre could posi-
bly, arrive there
Those who saw him passing absorbed
in thought, and seemingly unconcious
Of every thing about him, watched him
wonderingly.
What grave affair could provoke such
GREATNESS speed from man who had
but just returned from his route worn
out with fatigue and hurry? A fourth
Of the distance from the mill he learn
ed that Andre had passed some time
ago, the JOY of return lending wings to
his feet as the. hope. of averting a mis-
fortune had lent wings to the feet of
Martin. Nevertheless, he was far in.
advance Of the postman unless he cut
across the country and made directly,
regardless OF obstacles, for the old mill
itself, a more difficult and dangerous
path to pursue, of course, but that
mattered little if it brought him there
first.
Making all haste he could. night had
fallen when Martin arrived at the
place, truly a propituous spot for an
ambush-a narrow cut between high
entertainments. on both sides of which
clusters Of trees and shrubery form an
impenetrable shade. Every moment
flying clouds foated across the face Of
the moon, whose pallid rays shin
ing through the yelling mist still more
increased the sinister aspect of the
landscape. Suddenly the noise of an.
approaching footstep caught Martins
ear, 1t was Of course, George Andre
coming, and after all his hurry only.
five minutes behind him. He would go
| to meet him